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Forsaken · Posted 03-08-2011, 05:10 AM

Zaqueline Vogue

Zaqueline

❄❆❅Lєт тнє ι¢у тєαяѕ σf Wιитєя...

❝How can you tell me you love me, when you never really loved yourself?❞

He had noticed... Well, if course he had. She had never tried being a stalker before. It had been a stupid idea. But now she was faced with a fork in the road. Did she have the courage to come out and speak to him? Her gut twisted with the idea. Or would she just sit there, steadily getting a cold of some sort? Oh, she could feel it alright. She always could... The dampness mixed with the cool of the night, how tired she really was... She was becoming ill, and there was nothing to do about it.She sighed, gazing at the strange man, who, like the other one, gave off such a weird sensation of an emotion... Such an attracting, yet repelling aura. She absentmindedly blew her bangs from her eyes in frustration, before standing fully and inching from behind the tree, but no further. Not t'wards him.

She must have looked like a silly sight, no shoes or socks, her bag being clutched, and her face semi-red in embarrassment. Let alone the juicy fact that she was just standing there. Oh, brilliant, Zaqueline. Absolutely brilliant. Her eyes, however, gave away deeper emotions, ones she was not aware of, herself. If she could have seen herself than, she would have denied such a thing. BUt who can deny the undeniable? She took one small, shaky step forward, her breath coming out in cool puffs of steam as the temperature outside dropped. Who was this guy? His look... It seamed familiar somehow. It was evident he looked like he belonged in a different era. So why did she feel this was somehow de ja vu?

Another flashback. She was so young, in her father's enormous library. Her hair long and pulled up into an insufferably high pony tail. The kind moms are always forcing on their children, to make them look cute, I suppose. The uniform to her current boarding school swishing about her softly as she danced alone, in the silent room. Not that it was silent to her. No, a great symphony played in her head. Where from? The open book on the table, where she had been reading. There was a grand ball within the story book, and she could not help herself but try to join.That book...

The flashback faded and she was within herself again, the older, cold, embarrassed self. And the strange man was mocking her with his very presence. Another step forward, before she stopped. No, he would come to her now. She stretched her arm out, pulling the 'come here' finger movement. She wasn't ready to talk yet, and didn't want to speak that much anyway, for that matter. She simply had a curiosity and she could never ignore those. Someone said 'curiosity killed the cat'. She simply retorts, 'satisfaction brought him back.' And goes on with her merry way. Now she was about to satisfy another curiosity, though her heart pounded mercilessly.

...Wαѕн уσυ ρυяє ωιтн Sιℓєи¢e.❅❆❄

Zatchin Rose Scotts

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Zatchin Rose Scotts
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Zatchin had fallen asleep behind the drumset, atop the stage. A bright blue bag of gummy worms was in her lap, and her hand held one, partially bitten, red and green worm. All the world was quiet to her, save for her nightmare. Now, she had been dreaming about the boys for a couple of nights now, and it always ended in her crying to herself till she woke up. and this, unfortunately, was no acception.

her head turned softly, one of her arms raised, her chipped-black nail polish was visible as she scratched her head in discomfort, a tear or two falling down her pink cheeks. In all but a moment, her eyes flew open, slowly adjusting to the lighting. She groaned groggily, and stood up, one piece of the ipods ear phones dangling, the other, in her ear. The soft tune of my obsession bluring into her eardrum, as she checked her cell for the time."Oh, shat, we're on in a couple hours.." She said in her small english accent, sighing in a slightly dramatic fashion, her hand playing the first five notes of 'my obsession' on her keyboard, before she trudged off stage, needing to change out of her pj's, which she had worn all day.

Once she was back stage, she realized her shoes were missing, her untra cool, custom neon-anime sneekers from converse. That was bad. Zack dug into her back-pack, being unable to find them there, she went through every case in the room. Her wallet fell out of her purse, and she stopped. There, by her social security card... There was a picture of her, and the boy who was her very best friend in Breaking Fate. She bit her lip in slight anguish, and put it away. She had burned most of her photo's of them, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to burn that last one.

Eventually, she found it, it was by a song she had written. She meant to show the others, but she didn't feel it was good enough yet, so she shrugged, and slipped on her shoes. Her figure stood before her in the mirror, bright pink skinny jeans, with blue cheetah spots. A baggy white Fall Out Boy shirt, that she had cut the sleeves off, so it would hang on her shoulders, her pink bra straps and yellow tank top straps showing underneath as she smiled and slipped on her rings, walking back to the stage. One of the amps was acting faulty...

XXXOOOXXXOOOXXX

Zaqueline Nicholae Damea

"Oh baby you're a ~~classic~~
like a little black dress.
You're a fading moon
S t u c k on a little hot mess..
Oh wow, oh wooow.."
--/-<✿

ṃïṡṡ ṡώεετ ḋεṡïģṉεɾ

✿>---

"And oh, baby you're impressive.
Like a Little Black Dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a l i t t l e hot mess.
Oh wow, Oh wooow..."

Zaqueline Nicholae Damea groaned softly, tiredly as she hit the top button of her hello kitty alarm clock, causing the loud beeping to cease in it's tracks. Her long, professionally curved lashes beated against her rosy cheek bones lightly as her bright eyes fluttered open. Yawning in a high-pitched tone, she looked at the time."Oh, sh*t, I'm late!" She groaned loudly, rolling her eyes and she jumped out of bed. She had slept in a half hour... Now she had to be ready and at work in just that much time! She slid across the off-brown carpet of her bedroom floor to her walk in closet. For it being a small, slightly cramped apartment, it was actually really nice, and high quality. Zaque fumbled for her light gray, stone-washed jeans with the old-syle english print on each of the back pockets. Having no luck for a while, she set to the deeper sets of the closet. She came out victorious, and with a sexy little low-cut black blouse. Biting her lip at it, she added a soft pink tank top under it and added a pink pearl necklace and bracelet to her assembly. Also around her neck was the ever constant long chain with a beautiful celtic-style cross on it that she tucked under her shirts and into her bra. She went to her backroom and quickly laced herself with curly and cute pig tails, and light flirty make-up. Rushing back to her room after brushing her teeth, she slipped on some fashionable peep-toe-stilettos that has little black roses on the toes, silk and gorgeous.

Rushing to her long gray shawl, knitted and sensible, she slipped on a baret, also gray and grabbed her small silver purse with her manicured fingers. Yep, this was normal all right. She turned on those expensive heels and rushed from her door, and down the hall. Reaching the elevator on her floor, she took it to the main floor and ran outside for a taxi. The icy air was bitter and unwelcoming to her as she breathed in the chill, and breathed out her own warmth. The cars rushed by her, until finally one taxi pulled over mercifully. As she slid in, she noticed it's heavy scent. Incense, and a very indie one at that. The muslim driver smiled and nodded at her in greeting and she pursed her lips in a confused hello back. It wasn't normal that they were friendly early in the morning... But she finally managed to smile a little and asked him to take her where she needed to go. He nodded and stepped the car into gear, speeding it out of the side of the road into the traffic. Flipping out her cell phone, she swore inside her head. She only had ten minutes... She looked worriedly out of her foggy window as it took nearly five of those minutes for her to get to the coffee shop two blocks from the building. She payed her way out of the taxi and ran inside to find, thank god, it was empty. She sighed softly and ordered a double mocha latte with extra foam and caramel on top, with cinnamon and shaved chocolate.

After getting her coffee, and a few cookies to go with it, she ran out of the shop and made her way as fast as she could in her heels down the first of two blocks. The concrete was not completely ice free, and she nearly slipped. She let out a small squeal as she bit her lip and hurried a little faster, daring the fates to stop her from her job. She finally got to the building just as she had two minuted left. Now, to get to the right floor... She waved a hurried 'hi' to the doorman and ran into the lobby, just as a elevator closed. She gazed up at the ceiling and cussed again under her breath as she ran for one that seamed to be opening close to her. She was going pretty fast, and just might bump into someone as she ran into it...

Alexandria Jynx Steiner

Did I hear my name?
Alexandria Jynx, Steiner
I also go by Jynx, Xan.
Lets see whats inside of you

I stand a wonderful 5'6"
Im about a good 132
Im a good looking 18 year old.
Let me name somethings i like
+The Moon
+Old black and white movies
+Pissing people off
+Random, old accessories.
Oh my Golly keep these things away from me !!!
-Girls
-Hip Hop
-Summer
-Chat Speak

Lets look deeper now

Want to hear my life story???
Well, I don't think it's interesting at all, but eh, ya never know... Maybe it'll amuse you? Pft, I bet it will.. See, to me, if you are really such a creepy little stalker, that you're trying to read about me instead of get to know me, you're no better than the wall I feel like I'm speaking to. But if you really wanna know, here it goes; I was born and raised in between here, and Britain. Why? Cause Mummy and Daddy divorced when I was a wee tike, and Daddy moved back to his lovely little Cottage on the borders of England and Scotland. Mummy dearest stayed behind in good ol' Germany. So, you see my red hair? I only colour it for depth. It's naturally that color, thanks to Dad. I've inherited the Scottish temper, and sense of amusement along with it as well. I'm telling ya, I thoroughly enjoy pissing people off. Why? Because it is only when we push people to their limits do we see who they really are. And fights? Been there, done that. Mum called me 'the problem child'. And maybe she's right. But I'm not about to change myself for her,or anyone else in this silly country.

I'm known as the b***h at school. But hey, I can't help it. If you say something to me in a sassy tone, I'll spit something right back. I don't take to people talking s**t very kindly. But I suppose, if you get to know me and learn to understand that I say things just to be a snot, you might not mind the fiery red head you see too much. There now, are ya happy? You know pretty much everything there is to know about me. Do you need a lock of hair too or will you leave me in peace already?
I have a crush on one of the boys you want to hear who? Luther, of course.

The one who whispers in my ear......
iK E C H E R O

.................................................. .................................................. .....................................

Alexandria Jynx Steiner;
"It IS as bad as you think and they ARE out to get you.
So grow the f**k up, and buy yourself a gun, dumbass."

__________________________________________________ _______________
Alexandria, the crude prankster and world renowned 'Bitchzilla' was in the halls of the high school, running her tail off. Now, for just a moment, let's backtrack;

Why was she running? Well, this is how the day began: Alexandria had woken up today, like any other day, and realized it was just three days till Christmas. Now, this being the case, she didn't feel obliged to go to school. At least, not to learn. She met up with Hans Zollikon, her only friend, really, and an odd boy, she had to admit, but they were okay friends. Now, it just so happened they came across the fireworks shop, since the government usually allowed then to light such things during the holidays. And oh, you can just guess what happened next... Well, long story short, the toilets were filled with stink bombs before the first period teachers could realize those particular students were absent, and with water and smoke spilling everywhere now, her and her friend decided it was about time to exit- Stage Right.

Now back to where we began. she ran down the hall to her escape door, and found a broom. This caused a chuckle as she picked it up and continued to run down the hall, hitting the walls, door etc, with the back of said broom. It was Christmas, after all. Sticks were a big part of that. See, in Germany, children, Santa? Yeah, you know him. He doesn't give gifts to the good Children, or carry a bag o' presents. Santa Klaus carried a bag of sticks. Peculiar, no? Well, this is because, in good old Deutchland, he not only doesn't give gifts to the good, but he punishes the bad. There's a goody little spirit who takes care of the good, of course, but not he. Oh, no Sir. And this, friends, is the reason why she took such an obscure interest in said stick. After all, if some annoying Teacher or whatever should decide to get in the way... Well... She wondered if she would or wouldn't.

But, as it happened, no one got in her way as she ran from the school halls and down the street, discarding the broom after a block or two into an alley way. She sighed and breathed semi-heavily. "Well, that was an adrenaline rush..." she pointed out to herself. Apparently, Hans had decided to run off with the friends he spent most of his time with. Which was fine by Xan. She preferred wandering alone anyway...

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	Human Females	#4	Forsaken CHEEZBURGER?!
Zaqueline Vogue Zaqueline ❄❆❅Lєт тнє ι¢у тєαяѕ σf Wιитєя... ❝How can you tell me you love me, when you never really loved yourself?❞ He had noticed... Well, if course he had. She had never tried being a stalker before. It had been a stupid idea. But now she was faced with a fork in the road. Did she have the courage to come out and speak to him? Her gut twisted with the idea. Or would she just sit there, steadily getting a cold of some sort? Oh, she could feel it alright. She always could... The dampness mixed with the cool of the night, how tired she really was... She was becoming ill, and there was nothing to do about it.She sighed, gazing at the strange man, who, like the other one, gave off such a weird sensation of an emotion... Such an attracting, yet repelling aura. She absentmindedly blew her bangs from her eyes in frustration, before standing fully and inching from behind the tree, but no further. Not t'wards him. She must have looked like a silly sight, no shoes or socks, her bag being clutched, and her face semi-red in embarrassment. Let alone the juicy fact that she was just standing there. Oh, brilliant, Zaqueline. Absolutely brilliant. Her eyes, however, gave away deeper emotions, ones she was not aware of, herself. If she could have seen herself than, she would have denied such a thing. BUt who can deny the undeniable? She took one small, shaky step forward, her breath coming out in cool puffs of steam as the temperature outside dropped. Who was this guy? His look... It seamed familiar somehow. It was evident he looked like he belonged in a different era. So why did she feel this was somehow de ja vu? Another flashback. She was so young, in her father's enormous library. Her hair long and pulled up into an insufferably high pony tail. The kind moms are always forcing on their children, to make them look cute, I suppose. The uniform to her current boarding school swishing about her softly as she danced alone, in the silent room. Not that it was silent to her. No, a great symphony played in her head. Where from? The open book on the table, where she had been reading. There was a grand ball within the story book, and she could not help herself but try to join.That book... The flashback faded and she was within herself again, the older, cold, embarrassed self. And the strange man was mocking her with his very presence. Another step forward, before she stopped. No, he would come to her now. She stretched her arm out, pulling the 'come here' finger movement. She wasn't ready to talk yet, and didn't want to speak that much anyway, for that matter. She simply had a curiosity and she could never ignore those. Someone said 'curiosity killed the cat'. She simply retorts, 'satisfaction brought him back.' And goes on with her merry way. Now she was about to satisfy another curiosity, though her heart pounded mercilessly. ...Wαѕн уσυ ρυяє ωιтн Sιℓєи¢e.❅❆❄ Zatchin Rose Scotts —¤÷(`[¤╔═════════════════╗¤]´)÷¤— Zatchin Rose Scotts —¤÷(`[¤ ╚═════════════════╝¤]´)÷¤— Zatchin had fallen asleep behind the drumset, atop the stage. A bright blue bag of gummy worms was in her lap, and her hand held one, partially bitten, red and green worm. All the world was quiet to her, save for her nightmare. Now, she had been dreaming about the boys for a couple of nights now, and it always ended in her crying to herself till she woke up. and this, unfortunately, was no acception. her head turned softly, one of her arms raised, her chipped-black nail polish was visible as she scratched her head in discomfort, a tear or two falling down her pink cheeks. In all but a moment, her eyes flew open, slowly adjusting to the lighting. She groaned groggily, and stood up, one piece of the ipods ear phones dangling, the other, in her ear. The soft tune of my obsession bluring into her eardrum, as she checked her cell for the time."Oh, shat, we're on in a couple hours.." She said in her small english accent, sighing in a slightly dramatic fashion, her hand playing the first five notes of 'my obsession' on her keyboard, before she trudged off stage, needing to change out of her pj's, which she had worn all day. Once she was back stage, she realized her shoes were missing, her untra cool, custom neon-anime sneekers from converse. That was bad. Zack dug into her back-pack, being unable to find them there, she went through every case in the room. Her wallet fell out of her purse, and she stopped. There, by her social security card... There was a picture of her, and the boy who was her very best friend in Breaking Fate. She bit her lip in slight anguish, and put it away. She had burned most of her photo's of them, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to burn that last one. Eventually, she found it, it was by a song she had written. She meant to show the others, but she didn't feel it was good enough yet, so she shrugged, and slipped on her shoes. Her figure stood before her in the mirror, bright pink skinny jeans, with blue cheetah spots. A baggy white Fall Out Boy shirt, that she had cut the sleeves off, so it would hang on her shoulders, her pink bra straps and yellow tank top straps showing underneath as she smiled and slipped on her rings, walking back to the stage. One of the amps was acting faulty... XXXOOOXXXOOOXXX Zaqueline Nicholae Damea "Oh baby you're a ~~classic~~ like a little black dress. You're a fading moon S t u c k on a little hot mess.. Oh wow, oh wooow.." --/-<✿ ṃïṡṡ ṡώεετ ḋεṡïģṉεɾ ✿>--- "And oh, baby you're impressive. Like a Little Black Dress But you'll be faded soon Stuck on a l i t t l e hot mess. Oh wow, Oh wooow..." Zaqueline Nicholae Damea groaned softly, tiredly as she hit the top button of her hello kitty alarm clock, causing the loud beeping to cease in it's tracks. Her long, professionally curved lashes beated against her rosy cheek bones lightly as her bright eyes fluttered open. Yawning in a high-pitched tone, she looked at the time."Oh, sht, I'm late!" She groaned loudly, rolling her eyes and she jumped out of bed. She had slept in a half hour... Now she had to be ready and at work in just that much time! She slid across the off-brown carpet of her bedroom floor to her walk in closet. For it being a small, slightly cramped apartment, it was actually really nice, and high quality. Zaque fumbled for her light gray, stone-washed jeans with the old-syle english print on each of the back pockets. Having no luck for a while, she set to the deeper sets of the closet. She came out victorious, and with a sexy little low-cut black blouse. Biting her lip at it, she added a soft pink tank top under it and added a pink pearl necklace and bracelet to her assembly. Also around her neck was the ever constant long chain with a beautiful celtic-style cross on it that she tucked under her shirts and into her bra. She went to her backroom and quickly laced herself with curly and cute pig tails, and light flirty make-up. Rushing back to her room after brushing her teeth, she slipped on some fashionable peep-toe-stilettos that has little black roses on the toes, silk and gorgeous. Rushing to her long gray shawl, knitted and sensible, she slipped on a baret, also gray and grabbed her small silver purse with her manicured fingers. Yep, this was normal all right. She turned on those expensive heels and rushed from her door, and down the hall. Reaching the elevator on her floor, she took it to the main floor and ran outside for a taxi. The icy air was bitter and unwelcoming to her as she breathed in the chill, and breathed out her own warmth. The cars rushed by her, until finally one taxi pulled over mercifully. As she slid in, she noticed it's heavy scent. Incense, and a very indie one at that. The muslim driver smiled and nodded at her in greeting and she pursed her lips in a confused hello back. It wasn't normal that they were friendly early in the morning... But she finally managed to smile a little and asked him to take her where she needed to go. He nodded and stepped the car into gear, speeding it out of the side of the road into the traffic. Flipping out her cell phone, she swore inside her head. She only had ten minutes... She looked worriedly out of her foggy window as it took nearly five of those minutes for her to get to the coffee shop two blocks from the building. She payed her way out of the taxi and ran inside to find, thank god, it was empty. She sighed softly and ordered a double mocha latte with extra foam and caramel on top, with cinnamon and shaved chocolate. After getting her coffee, and a few cookies to go with it, she ran out of the shop and made her way as fast as she could in her heels down the first of two blocks. The concrete was not completely ice free, and she nearly slipped. She let out a small squeal as she bit her lip and hurried a little faster, daring the fates to stop her from her job. She finally got to the building just as she had two minuted left. Now, to get to the right floor... She waved a hurried 'hi' to the doorman and ran into the lobby, just as a elevator closed. She gazed up at the ceiling and cussed again under her breath as she ran for one that seamed to be opening close to her. She was going pretty fast, and just might bump into someone as she ran into it... Alexandria Jynx Steiner Did I hear my name? Alexandria* Jynx, Steiner I also go by Jynx, Xan. Lets see whats inside of you I stand a wonderful 5'6" Im about a good 132 Im a good looking 18 year old. Let me name somethings i like +The Moon +Old black and white movies +Pissing people off +Random, old accessories. Oh my Golly keep these things away from me !!! -Girls -Hip Hop -Summer -Chat Speak Lets look deeper now Want to hear my life story??? Well, I don't think it's interesting at all, but eh, ya never know... Maybe it'll amuse you? Pft, I bet it will.. See, to me, if you are really such a creepy little stalker, that you're trying to read about me instead of get to know me, you're no better than the wall I feel like I'm speaking to. But if you really wanna know, here it goes; I was born and raised in between here, and Britain. Why? Cause Mummy and Daddy divorced when I was a wee tike, and Daddy moved back to his lovely little Cottage on the borders of England and Scotland. Mummy dearest stayed behind in good ol' Germany. So, you see my red hair? I only colour it for depth. It's naturally that color, thanks to Dad. I've inherited the Scottish temper, and sense of amusement along with it as well. I'm telling ya, I thoroughly enjoy pissing people off. Why? Because it is only when we push people to their limits do we see who they really are. And fights? Been there, done that. Mum called me 'the problem child'. And maybe she's right. But I'm not about to change myself for her,or anyone else in this silly country. I'm known as the b*h at school. But hey, I can't help it. If you say something to me in a sassy tone, I'll spit something right back. I don't take to people talking st very kindly. But I suppose, if you get to know me and learn to understand that I say things just to be a snot, you might not mind the fiery red head you see too much. There now, are ya happy? You know pretty much everything there is to know about me. Do you need a lock of hair too or will you leave me in peace already? I have a crush on one of the boys you want to hear who? Luther, of course. The one who whispers in my ear...... iK E C H E R O .................................................. .................................................. ..................................... Alexandria Jynx Steiner; "It IS as bad as you think and they ARE out to get you. So grow the f**k up, and buy yourself a gun, dumbass." __________________________________________________ _______________ Alexandria, the crude prankster and world renowned 'Bitchzilla' was in the halls of the high school, running her tail off. Now, for just a moment, let's backtrack; Why was she running? Well, this is how the day began: Alexandria had woken up today, like any other day, and realized it was just three days till Christmas. Now, this being the case, she didn't feel obliged to go to school. At least, not to learn. She met up with Hans Zollikon, her only friend, really, and an odd boy, she had to admit, but they were okay friends. Now, it just so happened they came across the fireworks shop, since the government usually allowed then to light such things during the holidays. And oh, you can just guess what happened next... Well, long story short, the toilets were filled with stink bombs before the first period teachers could realize those particular students were absent, and with water and smoke spilling everywhere now, her and her friend decided it was about time to exit- Stage Right. Now back to where we began. she ran down the hall to her escape door, and found a broom. This caused a chuckle as she picked it up and continued to run down the hall, hitting the walls, door etc, with the back of said broom. It was Christmas, after all. Sticks were a big part of that. See, in Germany, children, Santa? Yeah, you know him. He doesn't give gifts to the good Children, or carry a bag o' presents. Santa Klaus carried a bag of sticks. Peculiar, no? Well, this is because, in good old Deutchland, he not only doesn't give gifts to the good, but he punishes the bad. There's a goody little spirit who takes care of the good, of course, but not he. Oh, no Sir. And this, friends, is the reason why she took such an obscure interest in said stick. After all, if some annoying Teacher or whatever should decide to get in the way... Well... She wondered if she would or wouldn't. But, as it happened, no one got in her way as she ran from the school halls and down the street, discarding the broom after a block or two into an alley way. She sighed and breathed semi-heavily. "Well, that was an adrenaline rush..." she pointed out to herself. Apparently, Hans had decided to run off with the friends he spent most of his time with. Which was fine by Xan. She preferred wandering alone anyway... __________________________________________________ _______________ "And through the heavy tears I cry, Thine rancid soul; I crucify. And then in Lucifer's arms, you'll lie, Dear Child, where you belong."
	Posted 03-08-2011, 05:10 AM